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08.01.2020 03:48
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A jug of wine, a person, sitting alone under the window of a restaurant next to the street, watching the world of Vientiane, is a taste of life. In the bustling city, I hope that the crowds are busy like ants, and seeing the vehicles passing through the river like a river, I feel even more comfortable. The ancients said that life is "rarely lonely." This is probably a state in which people enter into later life. In the past, I did n��t have a habit of drinking alone, often in the sound of frequent clinking to the extreme of feelings. I remember in the early 1990s, more than 20 friends were gathered in my study, and everyone toasted them one by one. With the growth of the life cycle, friends have entered old age, and the gathering with such a drink is gone forever. There is an interesting story about wine. One day, I saw a taxi driver who parked his car outside the window, walked into the restaurant, and sat down just across from me. He asked for a vial and two pots. I started to feel uneasy. Alcohol is obviously an invisible killer for driving. So I asked the waiter for a bottle of prince milk and pushed it in front of him. I also pointed my finger at the poster on the dining table�� "A drop of the driver Alcohol, thousands of pedestrians cry. " The middle-aged driver suddenly froze and said with a bitter smile: "Our business, we are exhausted every day, and I want to take a sip when I'm free." I said, "I leave your wine, you drink what I want Bottle milk can be regarded as an equivalent exchange. How about it? Older brother, as a sign of refreshment, drank the box of prince's milk as a professional instinct. Officials, which are the ordinary people who are out of their own pockets, which are the little bosses who have made a fortune overnight, and which are the unfortunate children who have lost the sea of ??commerce ... Some diners wearing black hats always have a kind of "sell me" Official spirit. One day, a civil servant I knew took my colleague into the restaurant and let me see his life performance. When he and his colleagues drunk Tengyun, he first commented on the literary world Zhang San, and then discussed the literary world Li Si, and when he was proud of it, he boasted: "Is it easy to have a head Carton Of Cigarettes, you must have the ability to cope with the ups and downs Cigarettes For Sale. The literary world since ancient times It is a place of right and wrong. Today, the literary world is even more windy, with wind coming from all directions. You cannot ignore the wind that blows, otherwise, the black silk on your head will be blown to the sky ... �� "I couldn't help but secretly smirked. This was the same as seeing him at the meeting, who was very good-looking. The liquor slurry is really a good thing, it can make people remove the mask and restore its original shape Newport 100S. If you think about it, it's not just him. Chinese literati have had this problem since ancient times. Li Bai, hailed as a poem immortal in the later generations, did not leave a ��confession in the sky to laugh and go out�� when he was called into Changan, let alone all beings in the world? However, in the history of Chinese literature, there are also portraits that are completely different from those of the literati in the career of the camp. Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty, after picking Wusha, returned to the countryside and drank his own fine wine. The imperial decree of entering the dynasty should be a shepherd boy who works with nature. The ancients said it well. So life is like an overpass in a city, with east, west, south, north, and middle, each taking its own way. However, when we look back at history, it is not difficult to find a truth: the good poems that can be passed down are born in the chests and abdomens of the downcast scholars. Whether it is Li Bai or Bai Juyi, or King Luo Bin, Liu Changqing, Liu Zongyuan, Liu Yuxi, Yuan Zhen, Wang Changling, Han Yu ... Most of their poems in adversity transcended the time when Huang Tengda was flying, and the words have a color of compassion for life. why? Because they moved from the social center to the margins of society, they paid more attention to the difficult life at the bottom. Perhaps when people are on the edge, their spirits are more sober, and their eyes are more intolerant of dust. This is my life's comprehension that suddenly bursts into my head when I drink alone at the window. On this spring day, write this chapter of wine words to enrich the old age of the sunset obliquely. |
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